Jon Reskind: The neighborhood pet

The telephone startled the provocatively dressed Barbara and she bounced up to answer it, but never taking her eyes from the house across the way. It would be Don wondering what had happened.

"Hi, babe, we'll tell your loving husband! How did it go?" his deep voice warmly filled her ear.

"My lecherous husband, you mean?"

"Same thing, honey-pot, but let's not banter trifles. What happened? Did you talk to her…?"

"Yes, lover, I did just what you said, including salting the conversation with erotic tales peppered with a few four-letter words," the ravishing Barbara throatily informed, at the same time tracing the smooth erogenous flesh of her full, white inner thigh with narcissistic finger-tips. A little shiver rippled along her spine at the self-taunting.

"So, how did she take it?" her husband eagerly questioned.

"I think what you want to know, darling, was, what were her responses… and frankly, they were all that a man like you, with the hots, could ever ask for. She didn't get uptight, and she was damned sure sensually aroused," Barbara informed in her suggestive tone, knowing that she was telling the truth even if she weren't revealing all of it.

"Sweet pussy!" her athletic husband hissingly exclaimed, using one of his favorite expressions. "That's music to my ears, angel! Okay, now get this. I had coffee with your future lover-boy this morning…"

"Steve?"

"Who else've you got cockitis over at the present, baby?" he teased.

"Well, come on, tell me what happened!"

"Foundation work mostly. We're having lunch together tomorrow… a few martinis and the likes… get the scene?"

"Yes… yes…!"

"So, when I think he's ready, I'm going to spring it on him…"

"Spring what? Swapping…?"

"You're right on, lover girl," her deep-voiced mate said. "He'll never be more ready, and you know what a few drinks does to Steve Smith."

"God…! Do you think it'll work, Don?" she questioned, afraid that they could be rushing it. "I mean, maybe we should soften them a little more first…"

"Don't be silly. The first jolt is going to carry the same impact when ever we spring it… and I'll tell you, baby, I don't think I can wait much longer for a piece of that Karen's delectable, tight ass! You wouldn't want to be bringing cigarettes to your raping husband in the jug, would you?"

"You are pumped full of stifferine, aren't you, darling?" Barbara responded with an excited laugh. "Wow… okay, that's fine with me. You know I've been ready for that sweet, gentle husband of hers ever since we moved in! But I just want to be sure we don't blow it…"

"We won't. I've got a little thing working in the back of my mind," Don answered. "Steve Smith's ambitious for one of those 'Million-Dollar' buttons successful insurance salesmen flash, and once I make him understand that association with our select circle can gain him that, he's going to start worrying less and less about his young wife Karen spreading her legs for a few loving friends."

"Well… I hope you're right, doll…"

"Don't worry, I'm right… just a bit of man to man psychology. What did she say about the pool party?"

"She's to let me know after she talks with Don. But I think it looks favorable."

"Good. Let's invite a few more couples… makes for more interesting prelims to newcomers. Meantime, dig a pair of thick steaks out of the freezer, have a pitcher of martinis ready, and prepare yourself for a wild time, sugar. Big Daddy's going to take up from where he left off last night!"

"Is that a promise?" the stunningly shaped wife huskily questioned, a tremor of fervid excitement rippling over her curved, susceptible body.

"No… it's a threat, pussy-girl, so prepare yourself," he half-whispered in that way of his that could drive her right up the wall. "Your ogre is knocking off early, and all the king's horses can't stop him…!"

In the course of the remaining morning hours, Karen gradually recovered her composure by throwing herself into unnecessary house-cleaning, including the washing of windows. By noon, she felt quite herself again, the unsatiated fire in her provoked loins at least banked once more, enough anyway to allow her reasoning capacities to function with some normalcy. She sat down to a light lunch of soup and a sandwich, filled with vowed determination and a hangover of vivid shame. God, what demonical thing had ever tempted her into committing such a loathsome act she'd never know! The mere recalling of it to mind now was enough to make her want to break right down and cry. Oh, if Steve ever knew! She couldn't even bear to think of that! And Satyr, the loveable darling, it had never been his fault! She was completely to blame, goading him the way she had! What was worse, the handsome animal had gone off somewhere immediately and hadn't returned! Had he somehow realized her warped depravity and ran away? Dogs were credited with having unexplainable instincts that the human intellect couldn't conceive of! Oh God, if anything ever happened to him after what she'd done, she could never forgive herself!

Then, she remembered Barbara's unexpected visit for the thousandth time. Lord, what had she thought? Really, what had she thought? The shame-filled, upset girl was already aware that her beautiful neighbor was anything but a fool, that she possessed a keen, if sometimes, lurid mind… and it might very well be that vein of luridness which had helped her see through Karen's flushed, unhidable emotions. Damn, how ridiculous she must've looked carrying that bone and stammering about going in there to get it for Satyr! At least, she'd stupidly implied that!

Ooooohhh… she wasn't hungry… couldn't eat a bite, she concluded, pushing the food from her. And where was he? Why didn't he come home? He'd been gone for over two hours, longer than she could ever remember… or was it? He'd hardly touched his bone, just simply disappeared. Maybe, she should canvass the neighborhood, or even call the police if necessary! She just couldn't let anything happen to him…!

Satyr observed his new pretty mistress seated at the booth in the kitchen, while he stood quietly outside the screened door. As always, his warm, animal-blood raced faster at the sight of her. She had not yet noticed him there and he patiently waited with opened panting mouth and wagging tail, tired and thirsty from his romping through a near-by field where he had chased a cat up a tree and remained to bark and jump at it, until the game no longer pleased him.

He was not hungry, even for the bone that she had given him earlier and he instinctively knew the reason. The heated taste and scent of her mating essence earlier had whetted his trained animal-desire, leaving his vigorous loins in a state of incompleted agitation. It was for this reason he had impulsively raced into the field to relieve the tensions through expelled energy. At the same time, he had ignored his usual stops at other back doors in the neighborhood where kind, and excitedly smiling females had learned to let him into their kitchens and bedrooms to perform, the skilled feats which he loved so much. But none of these could have any longer pleased him with this new yearning born in his heart for the golden-haired Karen with whom his real mistress had left him…

"Oh! There you are!" Karen jubilantly exclaimed, rising from the booth and turning to see the handsome animal standing beyond the door. A warm sensation of loving relief flowed through her at the beautiful picture his unexpected presence inspired. "You naughty dog… where did you run off to?" she crooned with emotion, opening the door so that he could trot in, his big brown eyes twinkling, his opened, panting jaws reminding her of some devilishly grinning Casanova.

Satyr immediately moved close to rub against her soft thigh, her welcomed sounds, aroma, and the feel of her small hand on his head and neck delighting him. He licked at her hand as she continued to coo down at him and stroke his head.